Beyond those high
Hills my heart dwells
In those long trees
My spirit find refuge.

Upon the smooth
Water my mind rest
And find comfort.
From the mud house
Fuming with smoke
From chimney; love
Is served like a hot meal.

On the sports field;
Dreams and hopes
Are revealed from palm.
On the gravel road;
Passion, invention
And intention is spoken of.
In the fields; patience
Is fertilized and rooted
In our hearts.

From fetching firewood;
we share laughter
Brightening our bond,
Singing victorious songs.
To sitting around a
Fire being fond of each other.
Uttering heroic stories.
Planting memories of bravery.

By:Melvey koka(the surgical poet)
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Sonador ( the dreamer)
© Melvey koka